"Luna! Wake up you're going to be late!"
"Luna!"
"Jesus what?!", I reply to my mom from the kitchen. Like most moms do she didn't answer me. I sat up from bed viciously rubbing my eyes hoping that I could just rub the tiredness out of my dreading body. I turned my phone over and read the time, 6:57. I'm gonna be late... again. After throwing on a random tank-top and some mom jeans I grab my keys, phone, and backpack and head downstairs hoping to get out the door without my mom saying something about something.
"Have you even brushed your hair?", yup there it is.
"Yes mom, I'm gonna be late bye" I reply walking out the door. I drive to both Chelsea's and Alex's to pick them up.
"Get in bitch!" I yell to Chelsea walking to my car.
"Yea get in bitch." Alex repeats.
"Yea yea I'm coming, Jesus. god I want coffee." Chelsea says before she opens the door and plops down in the passenger seat. This is an everyday thing, it has been ever since I got my license last year when I was 16. Chelsea in the passenger seat, Alex in the back, and me in the drivers seat. Chelsea and Alex are my bestfriends. always have been since we all three got detention for laughing at Mr. douchebag Logan Donovan getting punched in the face in the seventh grade.
we walk in the building with our coffees in our hands as Chelsea rambles about some guy she's been talking too. which is a different guy then the one she was talking to yesterday but hey, u do u girl. "did you guys here about that project we have to do for language arts?" Alex says.
"no" both me and Chelsea say in sync.
"yea dude you have to write a long ass fucking essay about the Civil War and what it is and blah blah blah." Alex replies.
"you know school used to be fun and now school fucking sucks S-U-C-K-S sucks" Chelsea says.
"yea that's true", I say looking at Chelsea when suddenly I bump into someone...oops.
"Shit!" Mrs. mystery says.
"fuck. I'm sorry I must've not been watching where I was going." I say to her as she has coffee dripping down her skin. I've never seen her before but I can tell you one thing this woman is fucking gorgeous.
"You think?" she replies with a giggle in between.
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She was my get-away. wlw/lesbian
Roman d'amourIn harsh times the words "I need a get-away" comes out of many peoples mouths. She was my get-away. Looking in her eyes was looking into another world, her world.
